We all have those moments.
You know the ones, where you are relating something to someone and all of a sudden the next word goes “poof”, right out of your head. It’s right on the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t remember what you were going to say.
I REALLY hate when that happen.
And how embarrassing is it when you are telling the funniest joke in the world and you either a) completely mess up the punch line, or b) forget it completely in a nanosecond.
I think my memory cells started packing their bags when I gave birth to my first child. Raising children requires lists: Doctor appointments, school concerts, Girl Scouts, and on and on and on. When I had my second child, they said “oh, so you didn’t take the hint the first time, eh? Hope you have good note-taking skills, ’cause you’re gonna need em!”.
And ever since I have had to make a note or list if I had any hope of remembering things.
I’ll write on post-it’s, scrap paper, calendars, even the margins of a newspaper if that is the only blank space around to jot down what I needed to remember.
Now routines are a whole different subject. I like routines, because I don’t need a list. These are things that I do so often and in the same order that I don’t even have to think about them, I just do it. Unfortunately, there are times when routines will get interrupted and then the train comes off the tracks in a heaping ball of smoke.
It isn’t pretty when that happens, and then you have to actually “think” about what the next part of the routine was supposed to be. Running down that mental list of each step that is in the routine. This kinda defeats the “no list” rule.
Now I know that there are many ways to “rejuvenate” those brain cells like taking Ginko Biloba or doing crossword puzzles. And believe me, I’ve done them and they do seem to help. But somehow they have fallen to the wayside.
I guess somewhere along the line I forgot to add them to my list.